The blood red poppies Covered the fields That led to the tower Which no longer stands These were our haunts Before their decline

I can hear my guests Long before I can see them As the loose stones Warn me like geese Yet this lane Is rarely occupied As I do not receive visitors

I live in a nutbrowntown With a clown who will drown With a frown in my gown Happy stories always end sadly

summer red roses above my door bring me many pleasures yet the slate grey skies dull their original colour

I always know when you Are pleased with me Due to shape of your lips You are also betrayed By the way you tilt your head

The quintessential Renoir image Is a summers day Pretty girls Wholesome food In a relaxed country setting I have taken these words From an advertisement promoting Charles of the Ritz Why you may ask Am I sharing this with you That is an easy question to answer As the model in the red dress Holding […]

I am now enjoying The ninth hour of the day It has been light since four The trees are heavy And the colours are rich There is a deep happiness in the air That does not exist during the darker months People are free and absolved of their worries My sea is kind blue and […]

We should water the plants Before the sun is high These are the Hot Dry Days And we must remember to dampen Our beautiful perfumed garden

I was standing in a lane in Marlborough You were travelling on the Telford train We were chatting on the phone I was missing you and you were missing me We were miles apart but were hugging each other You promised to send me a selfie from your hotel room I promised to write you […]

What is your favourite part of the woman Joe The brain Funny Joe Do you like her boobs or her cunt or are you an arse man I am an arse man I thought you were Why Because you always look at my arse You have a nice bum Not too skinny and not too […]